Frankie, this one for you:
Believe it or not, in the midst of editing a brutally honest, self-degrading blog, that hopefully will resign in the draft grave. My sticky fingers went to Frankie's page in hopes of filling the uncomfortable confrontation I made between my laptop and the narrator's thoughts. I ended up saying fuck you to the blog and devoting my concentration to the cinematic vibrations of my phone where little Frankie was trapped in.
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Haven't known Frankie for that long, but I do know that fool can make you let out a god-awful laugh and give you witch-like smile lines. Frankie's voice is the combination of a proud father and silky smooth whiskey. When consuming the web set, I seem to have time-traveled back to childhood memories and was surrounded by all the beautiful things I loved in the south, and Frankie's guitar luring strums built the structure of the lake house I visited as a child, the way I remembered it all magical and book-like. each song became a comforting understanding and the fabrication of the life I wish I had back in the south. When Papa Frank had a political outburst over the grill, calling out weird family members and the kids who steal otter pops and our cans of worms. Papa Frank told us tales around the campfire, consisting of concrete cowboys, haunted citizens with mouths full of lies, children with chicken legs, and the god awful truth; that Jesus sometimes has no comment. He gave his viewers, a nostalgic-filled experience, trapped us in pink tackle boxes, and made backhanded compliments on my taste in soda pop. But in the end, Frankie tucked us all in, let the fireflies out of the man-made mason jar night light, and gave us things to dream about.
I'm looking forward to being a part of more web sets and cant wait to see what BOYTHYE "shits out"!
katbird02 xoxo
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